Wednesday, December 26, 2007

APPLE

You handed me my first Braeburnthat evening, while Jim Billie played,and maybe that is why it tastedbetter than any apple I'd bitinto before, with all the flavorof our love and a warm May night.Each since tastes of those memories,grown sweeter with the ripeningof six seasons' insistent passage:you and May and the music of applesand fireflies dancing among the pines.